He was like the night

he was like the night
beginning and ending
with complete perfection
with no detection
of any repose
like the summer rain
that doesn’t know
the relief it brings
in and out of transparent
things
the sun
hides
waiting to rise
after he
and the night
are through
she
remembers
the hazy dance
and rides
the
transparent
transformation
into
day

Published by Jule Carey

I grew up in New Jersey, living my whole life in the suburbs, 10 miles from New York City. When I was young, I found myself putting my thoughts into written words without even realizing it was poetry and verse. When a guitar was placed my hands, my songwriting began to unfold. I feel that personal expression through the written word has been and will always be a saving grace for me. I enjoy expressing my thoughts and emotions and I look to nature and to other artists' work for enlightenment.

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